Ling Mofeng was just polite. He didn't want to see such an elegant etiquette lady fall down, so he reached out and held her back to stabilize her body.
His move, in the eyes of others, only shows his excellent cultivation and generous demeanor of men, but in Yang He's eyes, it's the beginning of romantic love. She opened her eyes incredulously, and the feelings in her eyes rippled. She only felt that the solid and powerful palm on her back gave her infinite hope.
It's just a matter of minutes and seconds. In the eyes of others, it's a small episode. It's not worth mentioning, but Yang he is surprised and ashamed. He's flattered.
"Thank you, Mr. vice president. It's my dereliction of duty!" Yang he reflected from the surprise for a while and immediately bent down to apologize.
"It's OK. Pay attention next time!" Ling Mofeng said two words lightly, and sat down in his seat.
Although the man still has a business smile on his face, he is a little uneasy in his heart.
Just now, he reached out to help other women. I don't know if the little woman saw it, let alone if she would be angry.
Ling Mofeng's worry is not superfluous at all, because a girl is staring at his back angrily and stuffily with her cheeks bulging.
Lan Yanxi really doesn't want to think that Yang he just fell on purpose, but she just feels that Yang he did it on purpose. When she saw Ling Mofeng around, she couldn't move her feet, which made her help just now.
Fortunately, Ling Mofeng is still a part of her. Instead of hugging her waist directly, he holds her back. But in Lan Yanxi's view, there is no difference between these two natures.
Before the party started, Lan Yanxi was going to be full of anger. Although she knew that sulking was not good for her health, she couldn't control her emotions. She felt that Yang He was really too much.
Yang he's heart beats faster, and her face, which is painted with a layer of powder, is also ruddy. Her beautiful eyes secretly look at Ling Mofeng, who is sitting in the position. He is like a king. His hands are on the armrest of the chair. Someone is whispering to him in his ear. He listens carefully and occasionally nods in response.
The more Yang he looks at it, the more moved she is. She really feels that she is really in love with this man. Everything about him, in her eyes, is perfect. Because of his smile, Jin Gui is polite. Although he knows that he has practiced such a kind of professional smile, Yang he just feels that his smile has the effect of curing her inner darkness.
If she can see such a warm smile when she gets up every morning, she is willing to lose 30 years of her life.
The party is still going on in an orderly manner. Ling Mofeng is not a person who likes to put on airs. As a vice president, he has already attended the party first. Some officials who came in later immediately walked to their seats in a hurry and sat down.
Lanyanxi sat in her position bored and stuffy. She twisted the lid of a mineral water hard. This amazing strength surprised her. She had to work hard several times to twist the lid of a bottle. Today, did she eat gunpowder? One second?
Lan Yanxi looks up and drinks half a bottle of water, which finally relieves the stuffy feeling in his chest.
Forget it, she's not angry. Anyway, she can't blame Ling Mofeng. Everything is Yang He's self-directed drama. The only thing she can do is to warn the man. Next time a beauty pretends to be weak in front of him, he'd better be clear about it. Don't be merciful to anyone. His arms can only belong to her alone. He wants to dare to love again.
"Hum!" Lan Yanxi snorted subconsciously, as if he had a deep hatred with someone.
The two female colleagues next to her were shocked by her sudden behavior and hurriedly looked at her strangely.
"Yan Xi, what happened to you just now?" Someone immediately turned his head and asked her softly.
Lan Yanxi found that he seemed to be too excited, so he had to smile gently: "it's OK, I'm just a little uncomfortable in my throat!"
Yang He's reception work is almost over. She and several other etiquette ladies find a place to sit down and watch the party.
The old president also came in with high spirits. He greeted people all the way, smiled and was very kind.
Lan Yanxi sits in her seat as if she has no love for life. There are people around her who have nothing to talk about. She can only continue to stare at the back of Ling Mofeng.
From her point of view, she can see the man's short hair trimmed clean, as well as a small half of the white collar, sexy and full of masculine charm.
Lan Yanxi suddenly took time to imagine a big play with him in bed in the middle of the night.
However, as soon as she thought of half of it, her face turned red, and she quickly put away those evil thoughts and watched the performance.
Yang He's position is not far from Lan Yanxi. In fact, she has seen Lan Yanxi sitting there for a long time. She has a burst of imbalance in her heart. Lan Yanxi is wearing work clothes at the moment. Her temperament is clear and beautiful. Like all the people here, she sits in her position and watches the good play.
She looked down at her dress again. Although it was beautiful and showed her beautiful figure, her status was different. She came here to serve, but Lan Yanxi was not.
Yang he didn't want to watch the performance. What he thought was the unexpected touch with Ling Mofeng just now.
Her dress was very thin, and the warmth of the man's palm actually passed through the material and onto her skin.
Even if it's only for two seconds, it's enough for Yang He to recollect for a lifetime.
Yang he has a proud smile at the corner of his mouth. Lan Yanxi must have seen it, too. All the people present have seen it. The vice president's gentle help to her is really happy.
However, her happiness has become a little short.
Because she saw Wan Qianqian sitting in the back row of Ling Mofeng in a dignified and elegant dress.
Yang he's eyes flashed with a vicious light. She really hoped that Wan Qianqian would disappear quickly and never stand in the middle of her and Ling Mofeng.
Unfortunately, Yang He's wish is unachievable. Wan Qianqian not only has a better chance to get close to Ling Mofeng, but also everything about her is several times better than her.
If Ling Mofeng's vision is not bad, choosing between the two of them, Ling Mofeng will definitely choose Wan Qianqian, who is beautiful and generous and famous at a young age. Only a noble woman like her can afford the identity of the next president's wife.
Yang he is more and more heartbroken, and his eyes are red with anger.
Wan Qianqian's eyes are not fixed on the performing arts group on the stage, but gently and affectionately looking at Ling Mofeng, who is sitting in the row in front of her.
She is just two positions on his left. From her point of view, she can see the perfect side of the man's face. When he watches the performance, he doesn't smile and is serious, which makes his facial features more three-dimensional and handsome, and his temperament has a sense of indifference and alienation.
Wan Qianqian can't help but sigh in her heart. What kind of woman can arouse the buried flame and enthusiasm in this man's body?
Lan Yanxi, that kind of little girl? Wan Qianqian couldn't help frowning.
In her opinion, Lan Yanxi has no connotation except that she is young and beautiful. She comes from a big family. She must be spoiled and willful since she was a child. What else does she have except for her self-righteous bad temper?
It's said that Ling Mofeng's marriage with the blue family is because the blue family is willing to help him. This kind of marriage, which is based on strong interests, has no soul, and there will be no happiness together.
Wan Qianqian also firmly believes that Ling Mofeng will not like Lan Yanxi. Maybe Lan Yanxi likes him. Unfortunately, the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless. In the end, it will become a joke.
Lan Yanxi didn't know that in the eyes of others, he would be useless and become a savage and ignorant stinky girl.
Now she only feels urgent!
I shouldn't have drunk half a bottle of water just now. This is the first performance, and she can't sit still.
Lan Yanxi's pretty face was miserable. At last, she could only blush and bend down to walk out quickly from the side.
She held her breath and rushed into the women's bathroom.
When she casually opened the cubicle door and walked out, she suddenly saw someone touching up her makeup. Moreover, it was someone she knew.
It's Yang He!
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